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It was after work. 

Another rainstorm had just begun 

as I entered the bus stop shelter

to wait for my ride.

I came to the fork in the road

and knew I must make a decision --

will I go to swim practice, knowing 

the downpour would likely

cause it to be canceled?

Or will I go around the corner

for the next bus home?

I waited another thirty minutes --

no bus, but plenty of rain.

Somebody came along to throw the fork

into the bushes, but my decision

had been made. I went home.

Sometimes, one just needs a little prod.